The Innocent Wife of Scheming President Chapter 317 Women are weird.

"Okay, fine, but you know I had no intention of messing with women in my life, so I have no idea why I
fell in love with Xenia Boswell. She was so drunk back then that she wouldn't let go of me. All the hug
and cry made me lose control of myself. I’m not stubborn or a so-called gentleman like you, you know
that. What’s more, as I said, if I haven’t been a cheeky bastard, Xenia would never allow me to cuddle
now and then. Don't even think of touching a finger. I’m telling you, man, for a woman, she can't stand
of a man grinding against her, and when it works, she goes soft."

Ivy Aldington didn’t say a word. Maybe Dave had a point, but it seemed too late for him right now,
because Alan Hoyle made his move too fast.

"I will never just hand the woman I love to another man like you. Well, of course, we're brothers, so if
you had any interest in Xenia, I wouldn't have taken her, but now you don't, so,” Dave Chou shrugged,
“don't blame me if I said something wrong, but I just think you're being insufficiently aggressive about
this Olive Steele thing. You’ve always been waiting for her to find out how good you are, while next
thing you know, bang, her old lover comes back from nowhere. Really, bro, I gotta say, you had it
coming!"

Ivy Aldington wasn't angry at being scolded but seemed to feel a little clearer.

Two men both went silent at the moment and that was when Xenia Boswell came back. The
conversation between them ended, but the atmosphere still made her feel strange.

“What’s going on?” She asked.

"Nothing." Dave Chou got up, picked up his coat from the back of the chair, and then embraced her,
"We’re just talking about some stupid guys. Come on, let’s go and have fun."

Xenia struggled and didn't break free. As a woman, she was no match for Dave Chou who had been a
trainer since childhood, while the man sitting still seemed to not see this scene at all. Soon she was



being dragged out of the restaurant.

Next to the car, she stomped on him as Dave opened the door, "Get off me."

She poked her heel at the back of his feet, and even though he had thick skin, Dave frowned, "No way.
Fighting is kissing and a curse represents love. You’re now kissing me."

"Don’t disgust me, Dave Chou. Yes, we slept, but that was just a one-night thing! Please fuck off." She
was annoyed, even though she knew Ivy Aldington couldn't possibly love her back, his lonesome face
still caused her pain.

"I don’t care, I’m your man now." It was actually quite interesting for Dave to see her exasperated.

"You should thank me for not suing you for rape." Xenia Boswell gritted her teeth.

"Hey, Xenia, Dave." Olive Steele's voice came from a few paces away and followed Alan Hoyle who
was holding Annie in his arms.

Xenia’s face flushed invisibly, and she shut her mouth at once, not knowing how much they heard of
their conversation.

Dave Chou grinned, "Oh, Olive, you've forgotten all your old friends since you got back together with
him. Tell me it's not because your man is jealous and keeps a tight rein on you so that you can’t hang
out with us. I remembered last time you went prison, though without the excellent ability of your man,
the brother of mine tried his best to get you out. While look at you, huh? You didn’t even give a call
after being sent out. I wondered if it's because you've got the Buddha here over you so that we ordinary
people now are dispensable to you."

Olive Steele stood there awkwardly, but Dave Chou didn't even wait for a response before pushing
Xenia into the car and leaving in a huff.



He was defending Ivy Aldington, and these words did embarrass her even though it was not the truth.
She bumped Alan Hoyle hard and puffed up her cheeks, "It's all your fault."

“Yes, you’re right, I’m so sorry. Your friend owns a bar, doesn't he? You can take me there someday
and introduce me to your friends. I promise I'll explain to them, is that okay?" Alan Hoyle said gently.

"Come on, you’re the famous Mr. Alan Hoyle, do you need my introduction?" Olive Steele rolled her
eyes slightly.

By the time they got home, it was already dinner time. Olive Steele wanted to go home early, but she
had no choice, as Annie wanted to go to the playground.

While Alan Hoyle stood by the railings to cheer on the kid and took pictures with his mobile phone,
thinking that he should bring a camera next time going out.

Annie was so excited to play, and she was sweating all over the place.


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